He sat on his bed as though waiting my arrival
his hard stomach exposed, strong arms ready to hold
me for the evening I stood in his legs and dropped
to my knees to hold his *** in my hands I grasp him
with a gentle grip I kiss him softly
at first, then my tongue begins to
wander in every direction tempting him to do
more. He forces himself deeper; his back is wet
to touch, there’s sweat beading off his forehead as though trying
to escape with utter excitement. my lips are wet with
salt, left over Burt’s Bees, cigarettes, and beer
he shrieks out a moan, I know he likes that.
A volcano is beginning to erupt,
he holds my curls in his palm, I feel his sweaty hands he
lets out a loud groan of satisfaction,
his face is awkward, his nose is scrunched, his eyes are slits,
he faces up towards the ceiling his mouth opening more
as his satisfaction grows greater.
An explosion of salty, sweet milk fills my mouth and
I swallow for his pleasure.